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At
that
moment
d'Artagnan
opened
his
eyes
.
He
tore
himself
from
the
arms
of
Porthos
and
Aramis
,
and
threw
himself
like
a
madman
on
the
corpse
of
his
mistress
.
Athos
rose
,
walked
toward
his
friend
with
a
slow
and
solemn
step
,
embraced
him
tenderly
,
and
as
he
burst
into
violent
sobs
,
he
said
to
him
with
his
noble
and
persuasive
voice
,
"
Friend
,
be
a
man
!
Women
weep
for
the
dead
;
men
avenge
them
!
"
"
Oh
,
yes
!
"
cried
d'Artagnan
,
"
yes
!
If
it
be
to
avenge
her
,
I
am
ready
to
follow
you
.
"
Athos
profited
by
this
moment
of
strength
which
the
hope
of
vengeance
restored
to
his
unfortunate
friend
to
make
a
sign
to
Porthos
and
Aramis
to
go
and
fetch
the
superior
.
The
two
friends
met
her
in
the
corridor
,
greatly
troubled
and
much
upset
by
such
strange
events
;
she
called
some
of
the
nuns
,
who
against
all
monastic
custom
found
themselves
in
the
presence
of
five
men
.
"
Madame
,
"
said
Athos
,
passing
his
arm
under
that
of
d'Artagnan
,
"
we
abandon
to
your
pious
care
the
body
of
that
unfortunate
woman
.
She
was
an
angel
on
earth
before
being
an
angel
in
heaven
.
Treat
her
as
one
of
your
sisters
.
We
will
return
someday
to
pray
over
her
grave
.
"
D'Artagnan
concealed
his
face
in
the
bosom
of
Athos
,
and
sobbed
aloud
.
"
Weep
,
"
said
Athos
,
"
weep
,
heart
full
of
love
,
youth
,
and
life
!
Alas
,
would
I
could
weep
like
you
!
"
And
he
drew
away
his
friend
,
as
affectionate
as
a
father
,
as
consoling
as
a
priest
,
noble
as
a
man
who
has
suffered
much
.
All
five
,
followed
by
their
lackeys
leading
their
horses
,
took
their
way
to
the
town
of
Bethune
,
whose
outskirts
they
perceived
,
and
stopped
before
the
first
inn
they
came
to
.
